for the record

I am feeling rebelious. Yesturday, the Boy discouraged me in my ambition to dye my hair. So last night, I lay in bed thinking about being rebelious. My thoughts began at dying my hair some exotic color, which turned to getting a nose ring, which then turned to getting a tattoo. The Boy would definitly flip out if this happened.
Funeral today. To be honest, I'm more nervous in seeing most of my old classmates, than seeing a dead Nikki (who, apparently died of a heroin overdose according to Ally). Hopefully this will change. I hate funerals. I always run out of tissues. I'll bring the whole box this time.
Praise be to God.